Let Go

So cold,
and so I've been told
that if we continue to hold
onto who we once were
our roots will sprout mold

I can't let go
My past in tow
I've never felt so low.
You told me we could grow
No,
No-I don't know.

I hold clenched fists
but that kills my wrists
The future seems so hazy
I can't seem to see through this mist.

I can't let go
My past shot like a bow
striking me as an arrow
stuck through toes
Yeah, it's too low
but it won't let go.